Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1506 - 10: The Cloud City God’s Betrayal

They’re here.

The Radiant Mother God had waited too long for Su Ming’an to ask for coordinates, and sensed something was wrong. Acting decisively, She suspected that Boris had been compromised long ago; her so-called brother, Borili, was merely an explosive trap set by the Radiant Mother God.

The building shattered into pieces from the explosion, glass falling like waves. Anthony and others showed expressions of shock and hurriedly used their abilities to fly over.

However, Su Ming’an closed his eyes, his figure swaying in the sky.

He made sure to etch this moment into his memory—close to nine-thirty. Then, he decisively called out "Su Rin," and allowed himself to fall into the feigned death state of "Eternal Dawn."

The next moment, the Cloud City God appeared in a flash, holding a Flame Long Sword, slashing three times in quick succession with speed and precision that caught everyone off guard.

His golden eyes calmly looked at Su Ming’an’s open chest, slowly raised his head, and gazed into the distance.

The river flowed backward, the Traveler returned to the previous stream.

...

The fourth cycle.

Su Ming’an opened his eyes to the usual bustling teahouse. Starlight dotted outside the window, the night deep and foggy.

It was still this time node: he was in the teahouse, having done nothing yet. He raised his hand to check the time, three in the morning. In the previous cycle, the Radiant Mother God had made her move at nine-thirty in the morning.

A six and a half-hour gap, which was good, giving him room to maneuver.

"Where are we going?" The Cloud City God learned about the past three cycles by reading the yellow gemstone in Su Ming’an’s soul.

"I’m going to buy some things," Su Ming’an said, delivering a surprising answer to the Cloud City God.

He once again visited the old grandma’s flower shop, along with the convenience store next door, buying four items: a bouquet of Manzusha Flowers, a small knife, a potato, and a pocket watch set to nine-twenty.

He presented these four items to the Cloud City God, then closed his eyes.

Swish, swish, swish.

Three sharp sword winds.

He once again embarked on the river flowing backward.

...

The fifth cycle.

Three in the morning.

Su Ming’an opened his eyes to the still bustling teahouse, the sound of voices loud, the heat overwhelming.

The Cloud City God quickly grasped the happenings of the previous four cycles, pondering over the memory of Su Ming’an giving him Manzusha Flowers, a small knife, a potato, and a pocket watch.

Soon, He cast a glance at Su Ming’an and turned away.

"Where are you going?" Su Ming’an’s "perplexed" voice came.

"It’s none of your concern," the Cloud City God’s voice was icy.

...

Four in the morning.

In the dream, the Lord of the End welcomed a fresh visitor.

This visitor wore a trench coat, with golden eyes, exuding a high and cold aura, a weighty divine might.

The Cloud City God coldly watched the Lord of the End, who was eating fries, and spoke: "I want to collaborate with you, Katantis."

Katantis almost thought he misheard, but the Universe Rules’ perceptions were never wrong.

Another voice came: "Aren’t you collaborating happily with Su Ming’an? Are you choosing to betray him too?" It was a blond boy wearing a flower crown, his cheeks painted with colored patterns, his pupils dark blue. He sat on a swing munching on golden fries, his pockets bulging, containing a crystal piano ornament, with a square mirror hanging on his chest.

He emphasized the word "too," seemingly very surprised at the Cloud City God’s betrayal.

"There’s no such thing as betrayal," the Cloud City God said blandly, "I’ll choose whoever has a higher probability of winning."

"Then why choose at this critical moment?" Noel asked with a probing smile.

"Why should I answer you?" The Cloud City God cast a glance at Noel, such a haughty posture made it more convincing.

Katantis let out a sound akin to a sneer, seemingly mocking the fragility of human nature: "Fine. Then you go attack Su Ming’an, incapacitate him... No, that’s not enough, go kill Huan Jiala, prevent him from summoning that purple-haired guy over."

"Okay," the Cloud City God nodded, accepting this oath of allegiance.

Noel maintained silence, his gaze at the Cloud City God complicated and difficult to decipher.

Just as the Cloud City God turned with his sword, Noel said softly:

"...I thought at least you would stand on his side."

Now, Su Ming’an had finally come to trust the Cloud City God, regarded Him as a soul-linked ally, yet he was about to face a second betrayal.

The Cloud City God didn’t falter in his steps; He completely disregarded Noel’s attitude, treating Noel Agnini like air. What was Noel’s intention in saying that? To condemn his betrayal? Or to mock Su Ming’an being betrayed once again? The pot calling the kettle black, the Cloud City God couldn’t be bothered to deal with someone like Noel Agnini.

He left the dream, drawing out the sword blade, the flames held a bone-chilling murderous intent.

...

The liquid moonlight hung low, the night breeze dispersed lavender ripples.

At dawn, Su Ming’an arrived at the Forest of Moonlight alone. The Elf King, with purple hair and moonlit eyes, met him. Seeing Su Ming’an by himself, the Elf King showed a look of confusion: "Are you here alone? Where are your teammates?"

"Yes, I’m alone, after all, I’m just here to ask the Radiant Mother God for a coordinate. She already gave me the Little Sun before, she’s my ally," Su Ming’an seemed completely unwary of the Radiant Mother God.

"Are you going to find Her now? I can contact the Dawn Knight to send you up," Huan Jiala asked.

"There’s no hurry, once Starfire arrives, it will be the final battle. Before that, I need to sort out my thoughts," Su Ming’an found an excuse, deliberately delaying the time, and asked, "Do you have a quiet place here?"

Huan Jiala thought for a moment and brought Su Ming’an to the center of the Forest of Moonlight, to the Elf Mother Tree.

The pale moonlight flowed, frost blue poured, the lake like emerald amber, beautiful as if in a dream. The purple-haired elf turned back, extending his hand, enclosing them in a glistening bubble, slowly rising, passing by the luminescent blue-tinted tree trunks, landing on the crystal-clear branches like glass.

Standing on the highest branch, with a view stretching for miles, Su Ming’an took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling a sense of relaxation, like dust washed away. For a second-level god to have such sentiments, indeed the Elf race’s divine tree that has been passed down for millennia is extraordinary.

"Grandma Tree is our mother, many of us elves have no father or mother, we are born as fruits from the branches..." Huan Jiala poured a cup of the Elf race’s honey wine, the liquid exuding a lavender fragrance.

Just the smell alone eased the fatigue from multiple regressions, Huan Jiala truly offered the best to entertain him.

However, when Starfire arrives, Huan Jiala will no longer be. Starfire has no position reserved in Luowasha, Starfire has to arrive through the troublesome method of "Possession," and the possessor will burn out at the moment of Starfire’s arrival, like kindling.

"...I always feel that we’re very familiar," Huan Jiala looked at Su Ming’an: "Have we met before?"

"Yes," Su Ming’an admitted straightforwardly.

He was no longer Su Liujin, nor was he Sique, he was Su Ming’an, and he no longer needed to hide anything he had done.

"Where? When?"

"Red Tower Palace, Second Epoch. You were a captured slave elf, and I saved you," Su Ming’an said.

"So it was you..." Huan Jiala’s pupils constricted for a moment: "Then later, the one who stole the sacred item of the elf race, almost causing Grandma Tree to fall into death..."

"That was Sique."

"Yes, I’ve got it straight." Huan Jiala stared at Su Ming’an for a while, seemingly memorizing his appearance.

"Are you... not going to prepare something?" Su Ming’an asked.

"Hmm?"

"For example, saying goodbye to friends. Or doing something you want to do, rather than staying by my side," Su Ming’an said.

"The elf race views death lightly, we are born from the earth and shall return to the earth. As for the latter..." Huan Jiala remained silent for a while, glanced at Su Ming’an, and said, "I am already doing it."

Su Ming’an was somewhat puzzled, he and Huan Jiala shouldn’t be familiar.

Huan Jiala no longer spoke, quietly leaving the time to Su Ming’an, waiting for Su Ming’an to "sort out his thoughts."

...

At nine o’clock sharp in the morning.

Su Ming’an replicated the process of the previous cycle: holding a meeting at nine in the morning, he still placated Alauddin, still expressed his views on the small world.

But this time, he sat on the treetop, beside Huan Jiala, attending the meeting remotely via screen, never leaving the Forest of Moonlight.

...

At twenty past nine in the morning.

The meeting was underway, Su Ming’an was listening to the report of the Eighth Thrones, Eni, everything was extremely peaceful.

At this very moment.

"Swish!"

A flame long blade pierced through the air, slashing towards Huan Jiala beside Su Ming’an, the blazing golden-red light penetrated the abdomen, radiating an intense murderous intent.

Huan Jiala, caught off guard, clutched the deep wound in her abdomen, fainted.

The next moment, the flame long blade slashed towards Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an, unable to dodge, quickly erected the Lamb Barrier, the blue shield flashed, hundreds of white tentacles swiftly surrounded, forming a cloud-like barrier, blocking the sudden attack.

But the ambush still made his blood churn, he "looked surprised" at the backstabbing Cloud City God, his face pale, showing an incredulous expression: "Cloud City God, you also chose the Master of the End of All Things? Like Noel?"

Cloud City God said coldly, "Yes. Compared to you, His chances of winning are higher."

Then, He mercilessly swung his sword, every move aimed at a vital point, every strike was a killing blow!

The two should have been evenly matched, but Cloud City God’s initial ambush injured Su Ming’an, Su Ming’an seemed sorrowful over this betrayal, his spirit was in a daze, after "being forced" to take a sword in the abdomen, he fled in panic, covered in blood.

Blood dripped on the ground, the white wings on his back gradually lost the strength to flap.

Su Ming’an fled for a hundred miles, the flames inside him rampaged, causing havoc to his organs. He fell into a hidden cave, sat down to regulate his breath, trying to use Bright State’s healing ability to counteract the constantly corroding and burning wounds.

He clutched his abdomen, trying to stuff the charred intestines and other organs back in, his breaths were as hot as if he had a fever.

In a daze, he sensed warmth, this warmth was like sunlight, softly wiping away his pain, a motherly voice gently said in his ear—

"Make a contract with me."

"From now on, you shall be my dear ally, and in exchange, I will give you the coordinates of Luowasha."

In this cycle, Su Ming’an had not gone to the Radiant Light Temple, nor had he fallen into the elaborate illusion prepared by the Radiant Mother God, thus he was not possessed, nor was his body implanted with the "Undying" curse.

At this moment, the Radiant Mother God eagerly wanted to cast a curse on Su Ming’an.

It seemed the condition given by the Radiant Mother God was "sign a contract, become His most dear ally," but in reality, it meant being bound with Him, planting an "Undying" curse. This curse was overly powerful, it couldn’t be planted easily, either Su Ming’an had to completely lose consciousness, or he had to be in a clear state without resistance.

Once the curse is implanted, if Su Ming’an’s special ability is identified as Death Rebound, then as long as the Radiant Mother God wishes to go back, the curse would be canceled to kill Su Ming’an, and if He doesn’t wish to go back, the curse would be maintained to let Su Ming’an live. Henceforth, this would become a tool for Him to control time.

His plan seemed flawless. However, He didn’t anticipate that Su Ming’an had never used a skill: "Eternal Dawn," this concept-god-like forced death, causing the occurrence of multiple cycles, causing Su Ming’an to be on guard against Him.

At this time, what He saw was only——Cloud City God betraying Su Ming’an, causing Su Ming’an to be seriously injured and dying here.

In the cave, the black-haired youth covered in blood slowly opened his eyes, his bloodshot pupils staring at Kritchens. He seemed very weary.

Noel Agnini’s betrayal struck the first blow, this black-haired youth had barely opened his wounds, and immediately following was the second blow from Cloud City God, even Kritchens felt some pity for his plight.

The more blood flowed, Su Ming’an’s breathing grew weaker.

Kritchens did not want to wait, if Su Ming’an died, who knew what would happen next. In His perspective, this cycle was the best time to cast a curse, after all, Su Ming’an was alone.

"Make a contract with me..."

He seductively lured, eloquently extolling the benefits of alliance. He had already given himself psychological hints that only by successfully planting the "Undying" curse would He turn against Su Ming’an. Therefore, Su Ming’an should not be aware of His malice. After all, He had once given him a little sun, showing ample goodwill.

And Su Ming’an gently smiled:

"Alright."

Golden eyes shone ever more dazzling bright:

"Then I will give you the coordinates of Luowasha."

Golden light blossomed.

Contract signed.

The "Undying" curse grew within, Su Ming’an’s abdominal wound began to heal, life force gradually recovered, as if becoming a flower that would never wither.

At the same time, the world coordinates (y2831, x2129, uj3718) reflected in Su Ming’an’s pupils. Kritchens’ golden eyes revealed a smile, everything seemed under control.

And Su Ming’an also smiled.

Kritchens initially thought Su Ming’an would be worried, but saw Su Ming’an calmly playing with a bright red Manzusha Flower, Su Ming’an’s head tilted down, a small smile on his lips, leisurely in manner, seemingly unconcerned about the curse within.

Kritchens’ heart stirred, sensing something amiss out of control.

"Nine twenty." Su Ming’an suddenly shook the petals, smiling: "Let us toll the death knell."

His index finger and thumb formed a gun shape, aiming at Kritchens, softly saying:

"Bang."

In the next moment, the cave suddenly lit up!

Holding a flame long sword, hair flying, robe tail fluttering, the wind-cloaked Cloud City God suddenly broke the air and appeared, the sword blade fell high, flames surged wildly!